Chapter 64: Blaspheming!
After being taken away by Count Violet's carriage, Novala held a knife to her neck the whole time, and her delicate skin bore several wounds.
According to the original character of Lady Violet, receiving such injuries would likely have made her cry, as she was most afraid of pain.
But at this moment, in order to buy time for Octavia, in order to give Char time to protect himself, she calmly did something she had never dared to think of before.
When a person dares to be ruthless towards themselves, perhaps they are close to growing up.
Sometimes, a person's growth may only require a few minutes, a book or a few words.
Novala was one of them.
At this moment, her previous fragility and submissive nature seemed to have disappeared.
"Isn't your hand sore?"
Inside the carriage, Count Violet cast a concerned gaze at Novala.
"Is it not hypocritical to ask such a question now?" Novala chuckled lightly. "By the way, I have a question for you."
"Go ahead."
Count Violet pulled out a bottle of red wine from the carriage's storage box and poured a glass, handing it to Novala.
Novala ignored his insincerity and spoke directly, "During the twelve years you took me away from Saphir City, whether it was marrying me or giving me Violet Manor, were any of these things done out of your own will?"
"Did you... ever treat me as your wife?"
Novala's calm gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing Count Violet's heart.
For some reason, whether it was jealousy or hesitation, in any case, a sense of oppression rose in Count Violet's heart at this moment.
"You never used to ask such questions."
He irritably undid the bowtie on his collar, unbuttoned his coat, and muttered.
Perhaps feeling that after a few days apart, Novala had undergone earth-shattering changes, changes that had never been seen during their shared life in Violet Manor.
What did that person do to her?
"Yes, the old me was like an object to be manipulated, not needing a will of my own, just living in the manor every day according to the routine, waiting for the day when your plans matured, and offering myself as a sacrifice for the ritual."
"But what is the difference between such a life and that of livestock?"
Lady Violet sneered.
She gently took off the expensive wedding ring from her ring finger, seemingly uninterested, and casually threw it in front of Count Violet's chest.
"From today onwards, we sever all ties."
After saying these words, Novala fell silent and quietly waited for the carriage to reach its final destination.
Feeling the heavy atmosphere, Count Violet drank the red wine that was originally prepared for Novala, then set down the glass and left the compartment.
Obviously, as the eldest son of Obviously and someone who had achieved great military accomplishments, Count Violet's carriage was more luxurious and spacious than his daughter Sally.
At this moment, the mysterious figure in the black robe was sitting in another compartment, resting with closed eyes.
"She has become somewhat unfamiliar to me," whispered Count Violet, sitting across from the mysterious figure in the black robe.
"It doesn't matter. After today, she will no longer exist in this world in her current form," the mysterious figure in the black robe said indifferently. "Moreover, as the vessel for the 'Master's' arrival, she was never meant to have her own will. Allowing a mortal consciousness to occupy that body for thirty years is already a great gift."
"..."
Count Violet nodded slightly.
After a while, as if suddenly remembering something, he proactively reminded, "The commotion today has caused quite a stir. My father's reputation is somewhat ineffective, and the Judgment Tower may not be able to contain it."
"So, the movements during the ceremony must be swift. As for the nutrients that the Tree of Abundance needs to absorb, there are many background-less foreigners and adventurers near Minden Street."
"Although the commotion may be quite significant, it is the first time in history that a divine being who can freely walk among mortals exists. The mundane laws and concepts of good and evil no longer have the authority to judge it."
Count Violet seemed to be speaking to the mysterious figure, yet also to himself.
The figure in the black robe nodded, "By the way, is she still a virgin?"
"She should be."
"That's good. Otherwise, if the Master becomes dissatisfied due to a flaw in the vessel and the fusion of divinity goes awry, all our efforts will be in vain."
"Remember, what we are about to do is an act of great defiance."
.....
Char with a black armor adorned with dragon scales, lowered his head and gently opened the book "Jane Eyre" in his hands.
The inscription on the title page was still the words he had written on a whim at that time. In truth, they didn't hold much depth of meaning. He simply felt that they complemented Lady Violet and wrote them down.
"May you live as brilliantly as summer flowers and die as peacefully as autumn leaves."
Beside this sentence, two faint teardrops seemed to blur the ink.
"..."
Char let out a soft sigh and casually flipped to a random page.
As he gazed at the densely written elegant handwriting in the blank space, he suddenly froze.
Clearly, when Lady Violet read this book, she did more than just reading. She also jotted down many reflections and insights she had while reading.
"Jane Eyre, what a strong and independent woman. Only a great literary master like Mr. Cain could create such a vivid character."
"When depicting the character of Mr. Rochester, did Mr. Cain draw upon some of his own experiences?"
"Hehe, in that case, he must be a handsome young gentleman who treats girls with exceptional manners, but is a bit fickle."
"I really wish I could meet Mr. Cain in person..."
"On the eighth reading, I'm still deeply moved. After all, it's Mr. Cain's work that has such a magical power to be repeatedly savored."
"Bessie, such a kind-hearted character. I imagine Mr. Cain must have had a maid or a servant lady who understood people's hearts just like her in real life."
"A satisfying ending, with flowers scattered in celebration. Looking forward to Mr. Cain's next masterpiece!"
"Mr. Cain..."
"Mr. Cain..."
"..."
Char fell silent.
To him, all the books written under the name of Cain were merely for the sake of making money. Moreover, this particular work was just a derivative piece of someone else's ideas. Char had never taken it seriously.
But after silently reading through Lady Violet's annotations, he suddenly realized.
Perhaps, sometimes, the words you consider worthless hold a significant place in someone else's heart. They become the spiritual nourishment that accompanies them through countless days and nights.
As Char reflected on his journey, he realized that Lady Violet, unbeknownst to her, had traces of his existence scattered throughout her life, despite their lack of personal interaction.
He instinctively flipped to the last page of the book in his hand.
"If, if you can see this, then I'm glad because this will be our final 'conversation'."
"There are many things I want to say and do, but since we can't meet, let's just forget about them."
Miss Octavia told me your real name is Char, Char Adelaide, and that you're only 16 years old. Honestly, I was shocked when I heard that."
"Does this qualify as 'robbing the cradle,' as you mentioned in one of your books?"
"Well, just a joke. I hope you don't mind."
"Mr. Char, my life may have come to an end, but your future path is still long. The Violet family is entangled with complex forces, even shadows of the royal family. Count Ted is merely a spokesperson they elected."
"So, for your safety, let's forget anything related to me."
"No need to worry, no need for unnecessary sadness."
"Oh, by the way, it seems we haven't properly introduced ourselves since we met."
"My name is Novala, Novala Yulia."
Similar to a farewell letter, the words end here.
Char took a deep breath.
At the same time, the sound of the official guards finally reached the surroundings, albeit belatedly.
Char, clad in black armor, slowly clenched his fist and stood up.
"Don't... don't move!"
A squad of city guards slowly surrounded Char, watching this scene with a sense of trepidation.
At this moment, Char was sitting atop a pile of gruesomely arranged corpses, calmly surveying the soldiers who were slowly converging around him.
Just now, he had been reading the book left by Novala on top of this heap of tragically lifeless bodies.
"Novala, your name sounds beautiful."
Char spoke softly.
Then, with a high leap, he disappeared into the air, under the gaze of everyone.
"Don't let him escape!"
The city guards were about to pursue, but they saw a small box falling from the sky.
"Clatter."
As it landed on the ground, the box opened, revealing a quietly badge.
It was the advanced inspector's badge that belonged to Sally.
At the same time, a faint voice came from the sky.
"Immediately report to the Tower of Judgment. Below the center of Minden Street, North Burton District, in the underground sewer of the outskirts' Violet Manor wine cellar, an unknown force is conducting a blasphemous ceremony!"
....
When Novala stepped out of the carriage, she found herself in an unusually damp and cold cave, not knowing when she had arrived there.
Many members of the organization stood around her, wearing cloaks with peculiar patterns, preventing her from committing suicide or escaping.
She furrowed her brows slightly, feeling a surge of heat and an inexplicable impulse coursing through her body.
At the same time, the tree-shaped mark on her chest became scorching hot.
This was a situation that had never occurred in her many years before.
"Familiar, isn't it?"
At that moment, a voice came from behind.
Following closely behind and stepping down from the carriage was the mysterious figure in a black robe, with a golden, incomplete sun embroidered on the collar.
"Does it feel familiar?" Thinking that Novala hadn't heard clearly, the mysterious figure in the black robe opened his arms as if he wanted to encompass the entire space. "Here, everything here, you should have some impression of it."
"After all, 32 years ago, when I accidentally discovered the 'Root of the Incomplete Abundant Mother Tree,' which relies on the countless lives in the capital, you had just been born."
"In these years, the organization and I have expended countless resources and funds to barely revive this fragment of the tree root and establish a connection with the 'Main' that is incomplete."
"Do you not remember anymore?"
As he spoke, the figure in the black robe cast his gaze towards the depths of the cave in the distance.
Novala instinctively turned her head and followed his line of sight to the position he indicated.
Then, she was struck as if by lightning!
"W-What is that..."
She stood there in a daze, her hands hanging limply at her sides, unable to grip the blade in her hand.
Seeing this, several members of the organization were about to approach and restrain her, but the figure in the black robe waved his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary.
"That is you," the figure in the black robe answered her confusion, "or more precisely, that is a part of the 'Main.'"
Deep within the cave, countless vines and tree roots forcefully rooted themselves in the hard stone walls, spreading and growing vigorously in all directions, as if encompassing a radius of several kilometers of the surface world, absorbing the life force belonging to living beings.
The Abundant Mother Tree was the embodiment of the goddess of abundance and a symbol of flourishing life in the world.
At this moment, a face uniquely feminine and serene, with closed eyes and a peaceful smile, was attached to the incomplete trunk of the tree.
That face looked exactly like Novala.
The figure in the black robe walked to her side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. "What we are about to do is a great undertaking, to replicate miracles on this earth. Of course, there will be many unnecessary sacrifices."
"We will remember you, remember everything you have done for the 'Twilight of the Gods.'"
As he spoke, the figure in the black robe gently pushed Novala's back.
In the next second, her vision blurred, and she found herself instantly crossing a distance of tens of meters, standing at the foot of the Abundant Mother Tree.
Only when getting closer could one perceive that this tree was just a small fragment, with a dozen or so trunks as thick as a person's embrace. If it were to appear in its original form, it would be a spectacular sight beyond imagination.
Novala raised her head in a dazed manner, gazing at the face on the trunk that she was so familiar with.
"Hong—"
Memories that didn't originally belong to her exploded in her mind in an instant!
"Ah!!!"
Novala let out a miserable cry, clutching her head, slowly kneeling on the ground.
Within those enormous and intricate memories, Novala seemed to have transformed into a completely different existence, overlooking the world from an unprecedented perspective. Everything became so unfamiliar.
At the same time, countless eerie whispers and ominous murmurs gradually amplified in her ears.
Novala felt excruciating pain throughout her body, as if something was gradually awakening within her.
Although she was unclear about what was happening, there was only one thing she could be certain of.
The upcoming ritual and the unspeakable "Main" were definitely not benevolent beings of the lawful camp.
Novala felt as though she had been subjected to some kind of spiritual contamination.
It was... an eldritch god.
"Indeed, the Main has fallen," the figure in the black robe said with a pained sigh as he observed the scene before him. "And this consciousness that has been separated from the Main is also tainted by the corruption."
"This was information we had suspected long ago, wasn't it?" The Earl of Violet stood beside him and spoke softly. "That's why, unlike those rigid 'Birth Sects,' our 'Deity Creation Sect' is the true orthodox faction of the organization. Our ideology will eventually receive a perfect interpretation."
The figure in the black robe nodded.
Seeing this, several members of the organization were about to approach and restrain her, but the figure in the black robe waved his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary.
"That is you," the figure in the black robe answered her confusion, "or more precisely, that is a part of the 'Main.'"
Deep within the cave, countless vines and tree roots forcefully rooted themselves in the hard stone walls, spreading and growing vigorously in all directions, as if encompassing a radius of several kilometers of the surface world, absorbing the life force belonging to living beings.
The Abundant Mother Tree was the embodiment of the goddess of abundance and a symbol of flourishing life in the world.
At this moment, a face uniquely feminine and serene, with closed eyes and a peaceful smile, was attached to the incomplete trunk of the tree.
That face looked exactly like Novala.
The figure in the black robe walked to her side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. "What we are about to do is a great undertaking, to replicate miracles on this earth. Of course, there will be many unnecessary sacrifices."
"We will remember you, remember everything you have done for the 'Twilight of the Gods.'"
As he spoke, the figure in the black robe gently pushed Novala's back.
In the next second, her vision blurred, and she found herself instantly crossing a distance of tens of meters, standing at the foot of the Abundant Mother Tree.
Only when getting closer could one perceive that this tree was just a small fragment, with a dozen or so trunks as thick as a person's embrace. If it were to appear in its original form, it would be a spectacular sight beyond imagination.
Novala raised her head in a dazed manner, gazing at the face on the trunk that she was so familiar with.
"Hong—"
Memories that didn't originally belong to her exploded in her mind in an instant!
"Ah!!!"
Novala let out a miserable cry, clutching her head, slowly kneeling on the ground.
Within those enormous and intricate memories, Novala seemed to have transformed into a completely different existence, overlooking the world from an unprecedented perspective. Everything became so unfamiliar.
At the same time, countless eerie whispers and ominous murmurs gradually amplified in her ears.
Novala felt excruciating pain throughout her body, as if something was gradually awakening within her.
Although she was unclear about what was happening, there was only one thing she could be certain of.
The upcoming ritual and the unspeakable "Main" were definitely not benevolent beings of the lawful camp.
Novala felt as though she had been subjected to some kind of spiritual contamination.
It was... an eldritch god.
"Indeed, the Main has fallen," the figure in the black robe said with a pained sigh as he observed the scene before him. "And this consciousness that has been separated from the Main is also tainted by the corruption."
"This was information we had suspected long ago, wasn't it?" The Count of Violet stood beside him and spoke softly. "That's why, unlike those rigid 'Birth Sects,' our 'Deity Creation Sect' is the true orthodox faction of the organization. Our ideology will eventually receive a perfect interpretation."
The figure in the black robe nodded.
After a while, Novala seemed to have adapted slightly to the spiritual contamination and struggled to stand up, trying to find a way to escape.
However, the path leading to the Abundant Mother Tree and the passage had already been sealed off by dimensional barriers set by the mysterious figure in the black robe. They could only go in but not out.
As Novala cried under the tree, holding her knees, everyone present remained emotionally unaffected.
"Over at the altar, we can begin," the figure in the black robe suddenly said at a certain moment.
The Count of Violet looked deeply at Novala one last time and nodded.
Then, he activated an ancient artifact he held in his hand.
At the same time, in the underground cellar of the Violet Manor, in front of the rearranged altar, numerous members of the Night Shadow Society knelt devoutly on the ground, praying and kissing the damp soil.
In unison, they chanted a phrase.
"Upon His return to this world, He shall bring the gospel of abundance..."
"Upon His return to this world, He shall bring the gospel of abundance..."
"Upon His return to this world, He shall bring the gospel of abundance..."
These prayers seemed to possess a mysterious power. Under the guidance of the high priest, the magic matrix on the altar and countless precious materials emitted dazzling light.
On the ancient stone tablet in front of the altar, the tree-shaped symbol and cryptic inscriptions slowly glowed.
Resonating vibrations filled the air, accompanied by the response of the ritual materials. A dormant ancient aura seemed to awaken.
"Boom!"
In a realm invisible to ordinary people, a beam of light shot up into the sky from somewhere in the Violet Manor.
Subsequently, a strong life force gradually spread to the surrounding area.
For some reason, many pedestrians simultaneously felt a hint of heat coursing through their bodies.
Instinctively, they felt the urge to procreate.
Meanwhile, halfway there, Char, who was heading towards the center of Minden Street's sewer, sensed the source of the anomaly. Without speaking a word, he increased her speed once again.
.....
"Damn, how could this happen so suddenly?"
"Within the aura of abundance, there's a hint of the whisper of an evil deity?"
Inside the Tower of Judgment, Rod, the High Judge, who was practicing in his own exclusive dimensional space, sensed the anomaly and felt his hair stand on end.
This was the capital city, the place with the highest population flow within the Empire of Hiren, and it was also the center of commerce and politics.
If anything happened here, it would be a devastating blow to the entire country!
As the acting Chief Judge of the headquarters, he immediately initiated the red emergency protocol for impending disasters.
At the same time, countless figures within the Tower of Judgment stood ready for action.
"All Judicar Knights, mobilize! We must stop this catastrophe!"
...
"Is... it them?"
Inside the Heresy Tribunal, High Judge Nidro also sensed the sudden divine aura descending. His body instantly appeared high in the sky above the capital city, overlooking the scene below.
In his perspective, an illusory towering tree stood in the northwest corner of the capital city, seemingly slowly regaining strength, absorbing the life force belonging to humans around it.
The divine and malevolent aura emanating from that tree sent shivers down his spine.
"So many years have passed, yet they remain just as insane."
A gleam flickered in the eyes of High Judge Nidro as he murmured to himself.
...
"The 'God-Creating Sect' have taken the lead after all, haven't they?"(note: or Godmakers)
Inside the mansion, Mevis, who was quietly reading in the study, spoke calmly as if she were not surprised by the events unfolding.
The influence of the Twilight of Gods, this secretive organization, extended throughout the entire Lande continent, deeply infiltrating every country.
After carefully cultivating their power in the capital city for so many years, many centers of authority and the machinery of the state had been corrupted.
They could offer many promises.
In addition to power, wealth, and women, they even offered the so-called eternal life.
That's why, when disaster struck, almost no one was prepared to face it.
Of course, Char's interference played a part in all of this.
If he hadn't abducted Novala, perhaps the plan would have been executed later, instead of being so rushed as it is now.
After all, the battle with Octavia had far-reaching consequences, and there was no way to conceal it, even if they wanted to.
They could only turn the tables and immediately commence the ritual.
"Well then, let our 'Descendants' witness your choices and determine whether they are right or wrong."
Mevis lifted the teacup in her hand, took a sip, and said softly.
.....
"All students, immediately gather at the central square!"
Within the academy, the sudden disaster alarm left everyone stunned.
Under the operation of Headmaster Lucius and the instructors, as the most valuable assets for the future of the Empire of Hiren, they had the authority to evacuate the capital city to a safe zone ahead of anyone else.
"Dahlia, let's go quickly. I heard that the headmaster is about to activate the teleportation array to send us to a safe area. I have no idea what's happening..."
At the entrance of Char's apartment, Sylvasta expressed her concern.
"But... What about Young Master?"
Dahlia anxiously gazed at the sky, with a feeling that a torrential rain was about to sweep through the bustling city.
"Char asked me to tell you to follow everyone's actions and not to worry about him."
Sylvasta reassured her.
"That's true. After all, I can't be of much help either."
Dahlia lowered her head, chuckling self-deprecatingly.
...
In an underground cave.
As the ancient aura revived, the vines and roots entrenched in the cave's stone walls began to twist slightly, as if responding to the altar beneath the Violet Manor.
Simultaneously, the ground trembled slightly, and countless debris fell from above the sewers.
However, none of the people present had the impulse to flee.
Not to mention that there was a dimensional magic user of the archmage level present, but moreover, the sight of the manifestation of the consciousness of the Master descending upon the Abundant Mother Tree was enough to bring tears to their eyes if they could witness it with their own eyes.
Sensing the strong life force within the capital city, the Abundant Mother Tree crazily absorbed it, growing in strength.
Its originally broken trunk gradually sprouted new shoots, accompanied by sinister contortions, appearing incredibly eerie.
And on the delicate face on the tree trunk, a faintly eerie smile gradually formed at the corners of its mouth.
Then, its eyes slowly opened.
"Bow down!"
The mysterious figure in the black robe quickly commanded.
Without needing the reminder, everyone fell to their knees as one, like the most devout believers, praying for their own faith.
Do not gaze directly at the deity. This has been the iron rule passed down for thousands of years in the Lande continent.
They had no doubt that if they were to meet that gaze, they would immediately plunge into madness and frenzy.
Next, a tremendously intense wave surged outward like a rapidly beating heart, radiating an unsettling and mysterious power.
"Roarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"
On the trunk of the Abundant Mother Tree, the face that looked exactly like Novala's contorted gradually.
Then, it let out a piercing scream!
Almost instantaneously, many weak beings present lost consciousness. Blood flowed from their seven orifices as their faces twisted in pain, and they collapsed to the ground, gradually slipping into brain death.
Vines shot up from the ground, wrapping the bodies within, greedily siphoning off the residual life force.
Seemingly unsatisfied with this meager power, the roots of the Abundant Mother Tree began to churn violently.
Simultaneously, a powerful earthquake shook the northwest region of the capital city!
At this moment, Novala seemed to transform back into the little girl trapped in the Violet Manor, covering her face, sobbing softly.
Her previously disguised strength completely disappeared.
Voices echoed in her ears, memories not belonging to her gradually resurfacing in her mind.
"M-Mr. Cain, I feel... I feel so much pain..."
Lady Violet, who feared pain more than anything in her life, unconsciously murmured.
Then, her eyes locked with that face.
Vines wrapped around her, accompanied by a strange rhythm, slowly lifting Novala until she was level with the face on the tree trunk.
"Do you remember what our plan is?"
Observing this scene before him, the mysterious figure in the black robe lowered his head and spoke to Count Violet.
"At the moment when the vessel for the divine ritual, where the fusion of divinity is about to occur, kills the container that has absorbed all the corruption and consciousness of my Lord, you will take the divinity, devour it, and instantly ascend to the rank of Archsage, stepping into the realm of demigods."
"This is the 'Artificial Divinity Project.'"
Of course, the incomplete authority seized by humans would never allow him to reach the level of a deity, not even a tenth of its power could be reproduced.
But it would be enough.
Enough for him to gain eternal life and unparalleled strength.
The mysterious figure in the black robe nodded. "In that case, I will bestow upon you power and immortality."
As soon as the words fell, a brilliant radiance, bright enough to scorch all sight, slowly blossomed like a sun!
It was the fragmentary divine essence carrying the consciousness of the Goddess of Abundance. Upon closer inspection, one would notice swirls of gray mist mixed within.
Those murmurs and whispers originated from it.
Although this divine essence was only a fragmentary existence and not complete, it was a power that humans were unable to bear.
Moreover, it contained the supreme will of the deity and the corruption and taint that arose after the fall of the Goddess of Abundance.
It is not an exaggeration to say that even a mage, once tainted by this corruption, would immediately descend into a fearsome existence, neither human nor ghost.
Even Novala, as the vessel of the Goddess of Abundance with her tree-shaped mark, had absolutely no possibility of maintaining her sanity if she were to be tainted by this aura.
There was a greater possibility that she would transform into a rampaging evil god and, after causing havoc on the continent for a period of time, be punished by other deities.
But it was evident that the mysterious figure in the black robe had long been prepared for this.
The Twilight of the Gods existed for this purpose.
"Look, the divine essence has arrived!"
Ignoring the searing pain in his eyes from the intense light, the mysterious figure in the black robe stood up, tears streaming down his face, and with hands raised towards the sky, he let out a shout.
The radiant sphere slowly detached from the face on the tree trunk and floated towards Novala.
At the same time, the tree-shaped mark on her chest emitted a dazzling light. There seemed to be a powerful attraction between the two, gradually drawing the divine essence in that direction.
At the very moment when her consciousness was about to dissipate, she gently closed her eyes.
"I am Novala. My name is Novala Yulia."
She softly uttered, not knowing to whom.
A black shadow flashed by.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a powerful sonic boom and the roaring winds, the unexpected visitor clad in black armor instantly broke through the encirclement, crashing into many people who tried to stop him, killing them.
Then, without giving anyone a chance to react, he soared over the head of the mysterious figure in the black robe and rushed explosively towards the depths of the cave!
"Stop him!"
The black-robed figure, stunned by the unexpected sight before him, stood up and roared in anger.
A Totem Knight shattered the ground beneath his feet, disappearing from his original position, and reappeared directly behind the black-armored knight.
[Skill point added successfully.]
[Promote to "Totem Knight"?]
[You have been promoted to "Totem Knight". Please choose your battle totem.]
"Knight's Forcefield!!!!"
"Explosive Battle Qi!!!!"
With a furious roar, an immense aura erupted from the black-armored knight, shaking heaven and earth, breaking through the shackles of his previous realm one after another.
He slightly leaned his body, evading the attack of the Totem Knight, and then, his right hand, resembling a beast's claw, shot out like lightning, grabbing the face of the Totem Knight and pressing it into the ground!
"Boom!"
Accompanied by the splattering of blood and brain matter, the earth shattered and trembled!
At the same time, realizing the unfavorable situation, the black-robed figure unleashed an incredibly powerful spatial divine art.
"Dimension · Void Annihilation!"
A vortex appeared out of thin air on the path the black-armored knight had passed through, accompanied by a tremendously chaotic spatial turbulence. Even a slight touch would instantly be crushed into dust.
But the knight, seemingly fearless of life and death, continued to charge towards the vortex.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"
Countless dimensional blades instantly sliced him into pieces, then turned into white light and disappeared from the spot.
"You're ignorant!"
However, before the words could be fully spoken, the black-robed figure was dumbstruck by the scene before him.
A flash of white light passed, and the black-armored knight reappeared in the same spot seemingly unharmed, moving at a speed that nobody could react to, shattering the ground beneath him and leaping high into the air.
He broke through the barrier blocking his path.
Then, carrying the shattered fragments of the barrier, the knight crashed into the area where the ceremony of the Goddess of Abundance was taking place.
The divine figure radiating brilliant light was within reach.
Novala, whose consciousness was somewhat blurred, heard the commotion nearby and gently opened her eyes.
The helmet on the black-armored knight's face was removed, revealing a handsome and delicate young face.
"Novala, it's a beautiful name," Char said with a faint smile.
Then, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present, he reached out his hand, grabbed the divine figure radiating brilliant light, and swallowed it!